Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 109
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Chapter 109
It was fierce.
It could truly be called bamboo-breaking momentum.
With unstoppable ferocious aura, Zhuge Munhyeon attacked Geumri.
He wondered if there had ever been another time in his life when he had unleashed so many martial techniques in such a short span.
The term “reckless ignorance” was fitting.
He poured out techniques like a madman without distinguishing front from back.
But within that chaos, the ten movements of Heavenly Mystery Bewildering Steps were contained regardless of order, and the single strikes and continuous strikes of Small Heaven Star Sword were used indiscriminately.
If someone had witnessed it, they would have felt the illusion that lightning was striking from a clear sky—no, that stars were falling.
His attack, which drew out all his internal energy, changed the surrounding landscape with just the wind it generated.
But just one thing.
He couldn’t inflict any shock on that damned body.
Crash!
Even with a strike delivered with intense explosive sound, even with fists and kicks exploding upon his body.
Nothing worked on him.
Rather, pain was accumulating in Zhuge Munhyeon’s body from his own attacks.
His skin was tearing and his bones ached.
His attacks had only managed to turn his opponent’s clothes into rags.
‘Damn it, were you from Shaolin? Did you learn Diamond Indestructible Body or something? Then why don’t you shave your head to avoid confusing people, you bastard!’
It was an annoyingly sturdy body.
He could understand why Mujin had become a bloody mess even after releasing his fourth seal.
Though he had lost his reason, Mujin’s concentrated power in those moments might have been much stronger than his own.
“Pitiful fool.”
“…”
“With your level of strength, you cannot even scratch my Blood Scale Armor.”
Blood Scale Armor?
Was it called that because it was red?
“Do not try to understand.”
“…”
“How could a human whose lifespan doesn’t even reach a hundred years understand a cultivator with their thinking?”
At Geumri’s words, Zhuge Munhyeon’s expression turned sour.
Why was it?
Even though he wasn’t going through puberty, why didn’t he want to lose in words?
“I’ve lived longer than a hundred years too, you know?”
“Huh?”
“Don’t babble like you know everything about the world. There are things you don’t know too.”
At his somewhat cheeky retort, the corners of Geumri’s mouth twitched.
“Pfft!”
He knew how to laugh.
Damn bastard.
“Kahahaha! What a truly interesting fellow. What a truly interesting fellow indeed.”
“This, this is…”
“But let’s end this now. Though I cast a barrier to avoid drawing the attention of the world… it was hastily made and won’t last very long.”
A barrier?
Ah…
No wonder there was no word from the Beggar Sect Members who were supposed to be watching Dongho Lake despite all this commotion.
He must have deployed something like a formation technique.
Cunning bastard.
Unlike himself who had poured out attacks while consumed by rage, that cultivator had the cold-headedness to even deploy a barrier in the meantime.
And that damned laughter too.
Those eyes that seemed to look down at him from a high platform.
It all made his anger boil continuously.
In truth, that guy was nothing special.
He seemed like someone who had never learned martial arts.
All he could do was create wind pressure with hand gestures that swept like spreading wings.
Of course, it was a cutting wind that would slice through one’s body the moment they were caught in it, but avoiding it wasn’t particularly difficult.
The problem was that there was no way to penetrate the hardness of those scales called Blood Scale Armor.
Already dozens of times.
Despite pounding that body countless times, he couldn’t even leave a small scratch.
There’s a saying called “Water Drops Pierce Stone.”
It means that even small water drops can pierce hard rock if they persist.
A few years, or perhaps a few decades…?
Damn it, when would he have time to wait for that?
If he kept attacking like this, his own body would break first.
He needed to stay calm.
Just exhausting his internal energy would only tire him out.
‘How exactly did I do it earlier?’
The moment he saved Mujin.
His attack had definitely worked then.
What exactly was different?
What exactly was…
When Zhuge Munhyeon, caught up in contemplation, stopped his attacks, Geumri wore a mocking smile.
“Pitiful fool. Can you find a method even if you think about it?”
“…”
“No matter how hard you try, you cannot do anything to me.”
At the confident steps of the approaching figure, Zhuge Munhyeon unconsciously stepped back before suddenly stopping.
Ah, how embarrassing.
He had momentarily cowered.
The Heavenly Demon who had once commanded All Under Heaven.
His face burned with shame.
Though no one had seen it.
“I don’t know by what method you contained the energy of the spiritual fruit within your body, but it’s fortunate for me. I can capture you and take that power back.”
The words were flowery, but it meant he would kill him.
He couldn’t refute it.
Because he somehow felt like he might really die.
He needed to find a way.
The power he had used when saving Mujin.
That power that was somehow slightly different from ordinary internal energy…
The problem was.
Whoosh! Crash!
This damn bastard wasn’t giving him time to think.
The guy who had only been taking hits suddenly switched to offense, and the ground exploded and shot up from his sweeping gestures.
Counterattack?
Only if it would work.
Rather, the recoil force coming back threatens to kill my own body.
And why are his movements so incredibly fast?
Without any particular martial technique, he closes several zhang with each step, making it difficult even to dodge.
And the accumulated fatigue from pain in my body made even my evasive movements hesitate for a moment.
Crack!
The result was naturally…
“Gah!”
Grazed by his fist, I spun like a top before being slammed into the ground, and my struck side ached as if it were being torn away.
Zhuge Munhyeon, whose breath stopped short for a moment, couldn’t get up while hunched over at the waist.
“This is the end!”
With a voice filled with ecstasy, Geumri rushed forward like lightning and reached out to grab Zhuge Munhyeon’s nape.
Just allowing a single punch.
My body won’t obey me.
As if placed in unconsciousness for a moment, it sprawls out on its own.
I need to move…
I need to move…
Zhuge Munhyeon cried out repeatedly in his mind as he watched the hand flying toward his neck.
It’s nothing at all.
Just a hand reaching out.
To think I can’t dodge that single gesture without Geumna’s mystique.
With my neck caught, I felt like I’d snap like a wildflower.
In the moment when time seemed to stop before imminent death, a strange heat flowed through my blood vessels.
‘Th-this is?’
Spiritual energy.
Though its main body was sealed and confined in my middle dantian, the residual spiritual energy remaining in my body flowed rapidly in response to my will to survive.
Flash!
And the Silver Cold Staff, receiving the faint spiritual energy that flowed, emitted a subtle golden flash.
The hand approaching right before my nose.
There’s no other way anyway.
Small Heaven Star Sword, Meteor Flash.
This was closer to a flash than a sword strike, containing spiritual energy rather than internal energy.
Whoosh!
“A futile effort… what?!”
Geumri’s face, which had been wearing a sneer at what seemed like a final struggle, hardened stiffly.
The briefly drawn golden flash gave a chilling sensation as if his neck would be severed in an instant.
It would be a fight that ends the moment he grabs the neck.
Sensing danger, Geumri instinctively bent his upper body backward like a beast.
Slash!
His grazed nose tip stung.
Thud!
At the same time, Zhuge Munhyeon’s foot kicked his chest.
And riding the returning recoil force, he flew backward violently and rolled on the ground.
It wasn’t an attack to begin with.
It was to create distance.
“Huff, huff…”
Even supporting my exhausted body with my hands to stand up is burdensome.
But my senses have finally returned.
Though trembling, it moves according to my will.
Zhuge Munhyeon, lying prone and lifting his head, observed Geumri’s movements, but he wasn’t moving.
He stood frozen with his eyes wide open as if quite shocked.
And.
Drip drip.
Blood dripped steadily from his slightly bent nose.
“You bastard…”
As if he never thought his body could be injured, he was trembling his pupils as if experiencing cognitive dissonance.
Thanks to that, I bought time.
Also.
“How’s that, does it hurt?”
“…”
Zhuge Munhyeon stood up with a triumphant expression, supporting himself on the Silver Cold Staff.
It was an expression like a neighborhood kid celebrating victory after making his opponent’s nose bleed.
Well, he’s not the type to run to his mother after getting a nosebleed.
What’s important is that it worked.
And.
“Damn, this is why maintaining composure is important.”
Zhuge Munhyeon looked at the Silver Cold Staff emitting a subtle golden light.
The thing that didn’t react to internal energy is going crazy over just a little spiritual energy.
I didn’t know in my previous life.
I only formed a spiritual body and contained spiritual energy, but never used it to harm someone.
But now I think I understand.
Swish.
When I slightly moved the Silver Cold Staff, the Half-Immortal bastard flinched in surprise and stepped back even from a distance.
His flinching appearance is secretly satisfying.
And.
“Th-that’s the Eight Trigrams Heaven Wheel Evil-Breaking Demon-Destroying?!”
“…”
Eight Trigrams what?
It seems he knows the true name of the Silver Cold Staff.
What kind of name is so long and grandiose?
A heavenly wheel made of Eight Trigrams that breaks evil and destroys demons.
The meaning is good but it’s hard to pronounce.
Let’s just stick with Silver Cold Staff.
“H-how do you possess that formation device?”
“…I found it.”
“What?”
“My ancestors did.”
“That’s nonsense! That’s not an item permitted to humans!”
“Bullshit. Why do you get to decide that?”
Zhuge Munhyeon chuckled at the highly agitated voice.
When I obtained it from the Heroic Martial Armory, it was only marked as an old miscellaneous item.
Someone who found it must have stored it in their family.
And it came into my hands.
That’s called fate, or perhaps a fateful encounter.
Understand, you bastard?
But the moment he recognized the Silver Cold Staff’s identity, a strange greed appeared in Geumri’s eyes.
“Fate indeed, it’s fate. I thought you were just a damn bastard who stole the spiritual chamber, but to think you’d bring me such a precious formation device. I’ll reclaim the spiritual chamber’s energy! And obtain the formation device too!”
His suddenly changed pupils seemed to be tinged with bloodshot light from greed, and he began emitting an unprecedented tremendous evil energy.
The sky seems to crack and split apart.
It appears the barrier set up in advance is breaking under his power.
But what?
You want to steal the Spirit Fruit’s energy and take my weapon too?
“Hand over the Formation Device!”
With a sudden gust of wind, Geumri charged forward like lightning.
What a greedy bastard.
This might have been possible before.
But not anymore, you see?
Thanks to that, I’ve roughly figured out how to use spiritual energy, and how to wield the Silver Cold Staff too…
I’ll show you—the completely changed me.
My stance lowers.
I calm my mind and focus my spirit.
The residual spiritual energy flowing within my body once again flows through the Silver Cold Staff.
Along with the rushing wind, Geumri swings his hand with savage eyes.
To you who are nothing without that solid body and tremendous strength, I’ll show you the greatness of martial arts.
Like a cart wheel just pushed, the Silver Cold Staff moved slowly.
Small Heaven Star Sword Continuous Strike, Seven Stars Revolving Heaven.
Crack!
The first move powerfully deflected the swinging hand.
“Ugh!”
Geumri’s face contorted from the tingling shock in his joints.
Bababababak!
The Silver Cold Staff, rapidly gaining speed, struck six places on Geumri’s body in succession.
“Graaah!”
He staggered back.
But Seven Stars Revolving Heaven is just beginning.
Die!
You Half-Immortal—no, you’re not even a proper Half-Immortal, you cultivator bastard!
This is revenge for Mujin, and retribution for coveting my belongings!
One attack divided into seven, a total of forty-nine continuous strikes pummeled his body.
But it’s not over until it’s over.
Seven Stars Revolving Heaven again!
Again! Again!
It continues until you drop dead!
Blood Scale Armor, you say?
People die leaving behind their names, and cultivators die leaving behind their shells—so I’ll strip off your shell and process it into armor!
Zhuge Munhyeon completely vented all his pent-up resentment, and Geumri’s body danced like laundry hung on a line being beaten for dust.
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